I am here, I am home, I have survived the river and not turned into a were-catfish. It was wonderful. Many stories to be told.
So I am peeping out from under a pile of paper, and will have to regale when it is diminished somewhat.
But rivers are marvels, and could I but afford it, I would stay on the water forever. Also, I am an entirely different color now, having finally shed the five years of pale that resulted from residency in Scotland and Japan. You might even mistake me for Italian.
Can’t I live on a boat? Pretty please?